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Mahz's Dev Journal

We seem to vaguely recall that the edit post window didn't have the same delay. But we can check later today whether the issue is still present now that the architecture is improved.

Mahz's Dev Journal

Clearly we'll need to recruit more of those people awake and online at the valley times.

That deepest valley also hits late morning for Europeans, when a lot of those tend to get to work/school. Combine that with american night, and you get a proper valley. But not an uncanny one.

You might've noticed it mentioned a page or three ago, @Mahz... There's something funky about the new post window when used on some tablets. At least on Android, can't remember if the other person mentioning it also had it android-based. The issue is essentially that its really slow to pick up writing, lagging a second or two (ish) behind the onscreen keyboard. Its only the guild that lags that way, so its most likely guild-side.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Heat@Rtron@Zoldyck@Dblade26@Sep@Vesuvius00@Tzarima@Gowi@EliteCommander@Cqbexpt@Bigscreech@The Survivor

We've altered the Character Overview doc a bit.

The alteration was primarily to add in "current location" and "last timestamp" columns.

Whenever you want either of those updated, talk to us, Echo or Fallen. We might need reminding occasionally.

The purpose for these two columns is to make it easier to figure out who you can interact with.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Indeed.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

well, obviously he is stuck, @Fallenreaper. That was part of the goal. Keep him stuck so he can actually recover.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Any prisoner around in the prison can probably feel free to notice Lea getting up and not feeling too good.

its at 17:49-17:56, so its probably a bit ahead of most.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

no, they're over here, @Sep

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

you mean those piles of ash at @Fallenreaper's feet, @Sep?

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No problem, @Sol Grim

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| 17:49 - 17:56 GST |~
~| Lea Rahn, Prison complex |~

Waking up due to a roaring hunger did not bring forth fond memories for Lea. In fact, they were quite the opposite. She quickly shook them off before she could delve on them further. She didn’t move much at first, merely opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling. The first thing she did was take in what her senses told her. Her ears told her that some in here were asleep. Some others were talking in the other bunk room, but she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying. Her mouth was dry, leaving her with a slightly sour aftertaste. She could smell sweat on her tunic, probably from her session with the Darth.

Of course, now that she had turned her focus away from the gnawing hunger, she could feel how her body ached. Then there was the clear evidence that implied she had a fever. She had no idea what Darth Nyiss was doing to her, but it had made her body ache all over. Something was definitely off. She couldn’t figure out what, but it was there, elusive.

It felt almost like her body was trying to fight off some sort of infection, but even with her senses guided by the Force, she could not place where in her body the infection was. It was almost as if it was… everywhere. “that can’t make sense…” she muttered quietly to herself. She would have to think more on it. Until she knows more, she certainly wouldn’t speak of it to anyone.

With that reasonably fair accounting of her body taken care of, Lea slowly sat up, doing her best to ignore how her body protested. She knew the Darth had no interest in killing her, so she resolved to make the best she could out of this situation. Thus she jumped off the bed, landing on the floor, finding herself once more a bit off-balance. Something was definitely off about her body.

The nausea that presented itself at that point certainly didn’t help at all. She fought to keep the contents of her stomach down, only to realize there wasn’t much of anything in there. She forced the small amount of acid that had gone up back down, then walked unsteadily over to the table, which she used to steady herself. If only there had been some food to stave of the hunger...

This was not the control over herself she liked having. Not even close. No doubt that was part of the Darth’s plan. She knew well how Lea preferred to have control. Perhaps it was payment for her attitude at the start of the session? Whatever the reason, Lea decided, she would not figure it out on her own, but she had just as little idea about who to trust to help her figure it out. Were any of the others both skilled enough and trustworthy? Lea decided then and here that she did not feel that was so. Therefore, she would keep quiet about it for now, if she could. Till she learned more, she would just have to cope.